In the morning, Xu Chuan was eating the pancake while walking around the morning market in Benghazi, just to understand the people's conditions.
He wore a local robe, a headscarf on his head and flip flops on his feet, and he dressed like a local.
It is best not to wear it too conspicuously in such places. If you wear a US military-style combat uniform and a tactical vest, you will be waiting for someone to send you a shuttle from behind. When the security forces arrive, the bitter tea will be cleaned up.
This market is in the center of Benghazi. Although I just experienced a war, the supplies are still abundant, ranging from 7.62 bullets to anti-tank missiles.
Several old men wearing long robes and Tagiyah hats on their heads stood in front of their respective stalls holding various AK rifles and RPG rockets, shouting at passers-by. The meaning was basically translated, "Look at it and take a look, don't miss it when you pass by, and sell it with tears. The original import of Eguo is imported. You can buy a launcher and get two armor-breaking bullets."
Very local.
Walking into the market, there would be a rifle that I don’t know which small workshop was rubbed out and reached in front of Xu Chuan, “Boss, look at me, this year’s new model is of great value.”
These salesmen are very enthusiastic and even plan to load bullets and give him a test shot.
Master Xu had to politely decline. After walking out for more than ten meters, he realized, "Oh, it's not right, do I look like a sucker?"
The market does not occupy much land, but it is similar to an arsenal. Xu Chuan walked around the front and retreated. He had already seen two fools pulling RPG rockets on the ground.
Although this impact force cannot invalidate the insurance, who can say the explosives produced by this small workshop is good?
After moving out of this very unreasonable market, there is a commercial street behind it, with some restaurants and cafes, which are much more serious.
I ordered a cup of coffee in a cafe and sat on the chair in front of the door. There were many locals chatting around, like a mahjong hall.
Two men and one woman were obviously Americans sitting at the table opposite, and were talking to two locals.
Judging from the dressing, it seems to be a gathering of two families, but it is obvious that what Mr. Xu can notice is definitely not that simple.
One of the three Americans was obviously a military officer. Although this guy was well disguised, his eyes were always observing the paths that could be evacuated and the dangerous people gathered on the roadside, who were suspected of possessing weapons.
I didn't say anything, I must be my colleagues. This guy's focus is exactly the same as Xu Chuan.
I looked up and observed around me. There were two strong beards sitting in front of a small stall across the road. To be honest, even if they had beards, they were out of place with the people around me. How could locals have this physique?
This place is close to a weapon trading black market. Except for these well-known locals, the rest of the people who can sit here and drink coffee can't be tourists.
There is a Mercedes-Benz G parked not far away. I have to say that the taste is very similar to Master Xu. However, such a good car is rare now. Anyway, if Xu Chuan drives by himself, he will definitely choose a one with a broken and old appearance.
However, these people seemed to be being followed. Two locals at the corner of the street were taking photos of the big G with their mobile phones. A little further apart, there were several other people following here.
Xu Chuan's eyes swept around, and sometimes it's like this when you start to doubt something, everyone looks like a suspect.
Some people were taking pictures with their mobile phones on several three-story buildings around them, and it was hard to say what they were taking.
The driver on the Big G seemed to feel abnormal. As soon as he got out of the car, the two men staring at him from behind ran into the arms black market.
Xu Chuan was stunned for a moment. He had seen this man before, the bearded man in the airport.
The guy chased the two people towards the two people, and the two people on the roadside also stood up and approached the table from both directions.
Xu Chuan raised his eyebrows, picked up the coffee and stuffed it out, then got up and ran quickly towards the big G, pulled the car door and found that it was indeed not locked. He raised his lips and looked back at the two men and one woman over there. The middle-aged man disguised as an ordinary person just turned around.
The two of them looked at each other speechlessly, and the scene was a little embarrassed.
Xu Chuan smiled and waved to the other party, then sat in the cab. Sure enough, he didn't use a smart key. The mechanical key was inserted on it, activated the gear and let go of the handbrake, and he ran away with a kick to the accelerator.
Very good. I’m happy to get a big G when I was shopping. This story tells us that locking a car is a good habit.
Unplug the GPS positioning device inserted in the central control, open the window and throw it out. It is obvious that this thing is not for the purpose of preventing theft. No matter who these people are, they should never have thought that they would lose their car.
On the back seat is a Colt M4A1 carbine with a replacement Magpul stock, equipped with an EOTech 552 holographic sight, SureFire M951XM05 tactical light, and an AN/PEQ-15 laser indicator.
There is also a women's briefcase. I don't know what's inside, but there seems to be something in the trunk, but Xu Chuan doesn't have time to check it out now.
Xu Chuan drove very quickly and didn't care whether there would be an accident. The car was scratched with the street vendors, and a bunch of RPG rockets fell to the ground.
He honked the horn excitedly, patted the steering wheel with his hands, and shouted loudly in the car, "Hahaha, please dodge it quickly and don't block the way."
Running all the way out of the city, he is not sure if there will be drones in the sky. However, according to common sense, no matter how rich and powerful the United States is, it is impossible to provide air support for every mission.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Curtis, asking him to drive to the suburbs of the city to wait for him, where the terrain is complex and easy to hide.
Curtis was confused after receiving the call. It was only a day before he could make trouble, and he was really convinced.
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On the other hand, one of the three Americans, one of the men and one of them was an agent of the CIA intelligence station in Benghazi. The middle-aged man who looked at Xu Chuan was Jack Silva, a member of GRS who had just arrived in Benghazi for a few days.
Their purpose of coming out today is to meet with the general manager of Libiya Petroleum Company. Now, the car is lost.
Jack Silva, who had been in his career for more than a dozen combat deployments, was very confused when he looked at the guy who was stealing the car. He had never seen such an arrogant car thief in his life.
A Mercedes-Benz car drove over, and the driver of the same GRS saw the big G that was stolen, but he couldn't catch up, because if he left again, the remaining GRS and two CIA agents would have to walk home.
Benghazi, who can't tell who is the enemy and who is the friend, is simply suicide.
As the commander of this mission, the captain of GRS, Ron, also the driver of the big G, was so angry that he was about to explode.
But he didn't have time to be upset because the guys who followed them had joined up with a few others and had already returned.
This is not good news. They have not yet figured out what these people came from. Their mission is mainly to protect these agents. They cannot use force unless they have to be required.
"My documents are still in the car." The woman is very crazy now. Her briefcase is left in the car. Although the documents inside are not as confidential, they must not be leaked when it comes to the senior management of Libiya Energy Company.
"Why are the car lost? This is ridiculous."
"Don't worry about your documents, Ms. Jill Anne, we're in big trouble now." Ron grabbed the female agent and stuffed her into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz sedan, then pointed at the male agent, "Winner, you get in the car, don't let me do it."
This guy was very conscious of the times and directly opened the car door and got in.
Ron pointed at Jack Silva, "You follow them."
Jack didn't ask what the other party was going to do, and just got into the co-pilot. The car didn't wait for Ron and the other two to drive away.
The other two GRSs stopped a local car and dragged the driver out directly. Ron took out a roll of American knife and threw it to the other party, "Hey, just take it as buying your car."
The driver, who was originally planning to get up and work hard, took it and ran away immediately. Two thousand dollars is enough to buy five such broken cars. If he doesn't run, he won't have to say that it's money. His life might have to be left here. Now this is a huge sum of money.
"Are those Bichi raised to steal one of our cars?" GRS driving in a Mercedes-Benz sedan was puzzled by what just happened.
Jack Silva took out a Glock 19 from his body, then shook his head, "I don't think the person who stole the car and the one who followed us were the same group. That guy waved at me before driving. How can I say it, it's like a child's prank."
"No, this is even more troublesome, it means he has seen through your identity." Jill Anne, who was sitting behind, came over and listened to a presumably, "Don't you install GPS in your car?"
"Of course it's pretending, but it's useless. It's been removed." The driver looked back at Jill Annie, then blinked at her. Jill Annie's expression froze a little.
Their cars were driving very fast, and they had to send these two people back to the intelligence station safely, and the others were secondary.
The CIA intelligence station is located 1.9 kilometers away from the temporary diplomatic facilities in the United States. It is a yard with four buildings. A rich man from Libiya, who ran abroad at the beginning of the war. The CIA rented the yard in his hands.
There are residents around and a stinky slaughterhouse next to it. No one would have thought that the delicate Americans would live here.
Bob, the CIA intelligence station manager, was furious at Ron, "What the hell are you thinking? Have you forgotten the rules I mentioned?"
"You must not get out of the car."
Bob's face turned pale, "Ron, this is my last mission to send out. I don't want to mess it up at all, remember your duties, no next time."
Ron's face was also bad. Today's fact is too irritating. It can be said that it is all his own problems. If he didn't get off the car and let his colleagues chase people, this wouldn't have happened.
However, if he combined the situation at that time, his choice seemed to be fine, so he chose to put pressure on the other party and then let his colleagues ensure the safety of the agents.
So, where did that car-stealing bastard come out?
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"Ah Yeh... Damn, who scolds me?" Master Xu rubbed his nose. It's impossible to catch a cold in this place so hot.
He had already driven his car into an alley in the residential area, where someone set up a shed, probably for sunshade, so he hid the car down there.
Many locals living nearby came out of their homes and watched him slowly reveal their greedy eyes.
Xu Chuan saw this many situations. He took out the M4A1 from the back seat and placed it on the front cover of the car, successfully shocking these civilians. It was not the gun that worked, but the thing that seemed to be used by those wild people.
Taking advantage of this time, Xu Chuan carefully checked the space in the car and under the car, confirmed that there were no other positioning devices, and opened the bag on the back seat and poured out the things inside.
In addition to women's supplies and half-box small umbrellas, there are some information, which are personal information of executives of Libiya Petroleum Company. They are very detailed, and they go to the bathroom every day, what special hobbies do you have, when to find a little third, fourth and fifth.
Half an hour later, Curtis rushed over and looked at the car speechlessly, "Boss, I know you like this model, but you don't need to grab it directly."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! What this guy does is getting more and more outrageous, and he, the first one, feels too big.
"Shut up, look at this." Xu Chuan threw the M4A1 to the other party.
Curtis caught it, pulled the handle of the puller and looked at the inscription on the lower receiver, "This is military and modified, and the level is very good."
The modification money is much more expensive than this gun, not to mention the accessories and sights on it.
"I suspect it's someone from the CIA." He raised the documents in his hand. The resources needed to investigate someone at such a very detailed level are not something that any organization can do.
"It should be them. I heard that there is a CIA intelligence station in Benghazi." Umbrella's news in Benghazi is quite well-versed. After all, it has been here for two years, and it is already very chaotic here, and it is active in intelligence organizations from many countries. It is reasonable for the CIA to have an intelligence station here.
"But boss, I still don't understand why you robbed their car." Umbrella and these people have been in peace, and he really can't think of any reason to provoke each other.
Xu Chuan thought about it with his neck in his head, "I was thrusting my mind at that time. When I realized it, I had already driven away. Oh, I snatched it and snatched it. He came over and bite me."
Curtis was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood when he had such a big personality, but he had to do the work he should do. He immediately notified the people in Benghazi to start the aftermath.
Of course, the car could not be driven back. I found a truck and loaded the big G into the carriage and then pulled it to the port. The operating rights here are temporarily controlled by HCLI.
Using their relationship, we can take a stolen car to another country and sell it. There is no need to contact Koko or Cassab, just contact the cargo ship directly.
Chapter completed!